Actorviews (1923)

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310 Actorviews adored for twenty years — with the witchery which she will not turn on to order. “And if I must be interviewed— and I don’t see why — let it be some other day when we can ” I interrupted the First Actress with a hoarse and ignoble “No!” She is, I told her, when it comes to speaking of or for herself, the foremost of procrastitutes. Hadn’t we, I wanted to know, only a season or two ago, spent futile hours plotting an interview that was to make Plato’s transcripts of Socrates look like thirty cents?” “I don’t understand you, Mr. Stevens,” she ironically smiled. “And didn’t you finally say, ‘You should not attempt an interview with a woman who knows as little of the theater as I’? Whereupon I wrote one with a distinguished lady of the chorus.” “Did you? Well, that sounds plausible — But not now, please, for this one. Say . . . day after tomorrow at ?” “You were saying,” I implacably repeated, penciling it on a pad, “that all this talk about Youth is piffle.” “Overrated,” she sighed. “Youth, I said, is the time of blunders, stupidities and egotisms. It takes all the rest of one’s life to correct the mistakes of youth. And it’s such a silly, selfish time, youth — isn’t it true? Agree with me and we can continue this conversation indefinitely.” “It is,” I answered, flatteringly reconciled to the ripe and middle years. “How youth exaggerates its self-importance, its ambitions! And what wise things I’m saying! Perfectly stupid ! They’ve been said a thousand times and